Stepping back, Tara took a deep breath. Vince who had been watching the encounter with much interest pointed to a shelf just in front of the blonde. She looked down and saw, to her delight, a cocktail book, claiming to contain the recipes of every cocktail known to man. She bent down and fetched the book, as she stood, Willow laughed. “Hey, a girl has to make sure she’s getting it right.” She said, kicking herself once again for not coming up with something better. “A comfortable *****” she said, looking into Willows eyes and silencing her giggles. “Vodka, southern comfort and eugh, orange juice.” Willows nose wrinkled. “Orange juice? Yuk, not with that. What is it without orange juice?” she asked.

Tara’s eyes scanned the page and a smile teased her lips, “Well,” she said seductively, “Add some sloe gin and it becomes a slow comfortable *****.” Tara didn’t bother to hide the arousal in her voice and it caused Willow to shift on her stool, a wickedly sexy smile causing Tara’s ***** to scream out for attention and make her knees weak. “My favourite kind.” Willow purred back.

The thudding on the microphone snapped the pair back into reality and neither one had noticed exactly how close to kissing they had become, their lips barely an inch apart. “Good evening ladies and gentleman.” A man who Tara aged at approximately 40 had taken to the stage and was obviously going to be making some announcements. Willow turned to regard this man and she smiled, she liked him he worked hard and had been the first to congratulate her when she brought out the company and turned it around.Tara, accepting that Willows attention was now elsewhere, turned to prepare the next sexually charged cocktail, earning herself a congratulatory grin from Vince who recognised the drink she was mixing.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming.” The large man on stage continued. “The success of this year as been hard come by and I know you’ve all worked hard to bring us where we are today.” A few of the crowd heckled him and made lewd comments, some of them laughing raucously before settling down to listen to what he had to say. “But we all know that none of this would have been possible without the vision and determination of our new MD.” Despite a few boo’s from some people, the crowd turned in unison on Willows direction, “Raise your glasses if you will, to Ms Willow Rosenberg!” the man finished, his glass held aloft. “Willow Rosenberg!” the crowd repeated and toasted their boss before clapping and cheering.
Willows cheeks burned a deep crimson at the attention and she smile, nodding her thanks to her colleagues.